Quiet Bubbles

I should have never listened to them. That one story about the girl who was murdered in a slide. . ahh... it was a harmless ghost story at the time. Another childhood memory that's come back to haunt me. I won't go in a closed slide at night. I refused. "There might be dead bodies". Ugh. Sure, after the fact, it seems stupid and childish, but at the time, I was truly terrified. So does this make me afraid of the dark? Or just the creepy things that come out at night? I wish I wasn't so afraid. The night is so pretty and hidden. Quiet too. It can just be quiet and no one would mind. There should be more quiet. We could eliminate 'small talk', the pointless kind. The one that you feel you are required by law to participate in. And just when you think it's over... ahh... no... another question. I wonder if the answers really sink in. The how are you's and the how was your summer's. I don't think so. I suppose it's just being friendly.. because a simple greeting is too small. Maybe. Maybe forcing silence on yourself could turn out well. I've tried it. Sometimes it works out. Like for certain things... that shouldn't be mentioned. Oh well. The Trip is this weekend and I'm not worried anymore. They spelt my name wrong on the ticket. They didn't butcher it, but it's pretty close. We'll see if they let me in.

until later.